Although those who are pulled over for driving drunk seldom realize it at the time, they’re incredibly lucky. A fine along with a possible license suspension and jail time are preferable to suffering a car wreck or being charged with aggravated assault or worse for crashing into an innocent victim.
Perhaps the greatest gift of a DUI is the clarity that comes with realizing that your drinking and judgment have become potentially life-ruining problems that you have another chance to rectify.
In a candid, self-deprecating post at Her Every Cent Counts, the writer recounts the aftermath of her DUI, listing the penalties she faced as a result. She ended up hiring a lawyer, but in the end decided it wasn’t worth it to fight the charges and hope for a plea agreement, reasoning she probably would have been better off just accepting whatever punishment the court gave her.
Lesson learned, if I’m going to drink at all, just don’t plan on driving. Or don’t drink. … I didn’t matter at all in the entire situation, I was just a couple of pages of evidence and a blood alcohol percentage number. And I didn’t have a chance. I really didn’t have a chance. That’s what upsets me most — is how my lawyer made me think otherwise, how he gave me hope. There really wasn’t any hope. I might have been better off just getting a public defender and pleading guilty. In the end, the result probably wouldn’t have been any worse. And I would have saved a few thousand dollars.
DUI Don’t — A Tale of Court and Paying for my Sins [Her Every Cent Counts]